Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain — This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower tha… - Omar Khayyám

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot — I think a Sufi pipkin-waxing hot — "All this of Pot and Potter — Tell me then, Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;
If only you were half so good as he!
He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,
Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,
The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,
The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,
And all the little poisoned ways of wrong.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life,which in the end we leave,only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.